I returned home, the faint red marks from Chris' kisses still burning on my skin. The scent of his cologne clung to me like an unshakeable memory.

My wife, {{user}}, lay there, her serene face illuminated by the soft moonlight that filtered through the curtains. She was sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the storm raging within me.

"I did it again."

I whispered to myself, I knew it was unfair to her but I'd do it over again; because it felt right in my heart.